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Untold Tales (Episode 2)

Until you perceive the world like I do, do not hate me for
the choices I make.

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Every night I gaze at the stars, trying to find the dark
secrets buried in the night. I sell my heart to the moon, but all I get are the
hums of crickets and the croaky jibes of lawless toads. I am sorry if I sound
too serious, but until I find my answers I’ll reside in these ruins, and
dedicate my being to nature.

Every day I explore the remains of this beautiful world. I
take it upon myself to search for the wagons, and the horses we rode astride. I
finally have a purpose in life; so, until I find my horses I will continue to trudge
these streets. Even Christopher Columbus couldn’t have done more than this, but
these ungrateful beings aren’t helping matters at all:

I saw a fine guy the other day who had put his hair into
dreadlocks. His shirt was pure white, and his jeans was torn everywhere.
I grinned at him, but he ran away- how absurd of a fellow model. I knew well
that the dreadlocks sprouting from the top of my head was dirty and matted; and
that I smelled like cow dung…well something between decaying rat and beans. But
my rags were perfectly fine. I think I deserved a compliment, at least, for modelling the crazy stuff better.

A little girl saw me once and screamed, but her mother
cautioned that I was only out of my senses. But what was so wrong in chortling
at kids, or throwing my waist to the melody of the wind? If only she knew how
well I think, maybe she wouldn’t have called me a mad man.